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The worst problem the two men faced was the boredom. They had an entertaining game of tag going for about two weeks, but tired of it after a long drawn-out dispute over who was really “it”.
“It’s just not fun if you’re not going to play by the rules,” Mitch said to Henry with venom.
In order to further stave off the boredom the men would talk to each other for hours at a time. Mitch would relate stories to Henry about his wife and his job as an advertising executive in Los Angeles. Scolnick would tell stories about things he once found in his nose, which jelly beans tasted the worst, and the time he found a jelly bean in his nose. The men laughed and worked together, becoming close friends in the process.
About a month into their excursion on an early Funday evening the men were sitting on the beach throwing stones into the ocean.
“Alright,” said Scolnick. “If you were trapped on a desert island and could only bring one book, one CD, and one movie, which ones would you choose?”
“I don’t really think I want to play this game,” said McCulloch, skipping his rock against the waves. “I have to apologize to you, Henry. I wasn’t very nice to you on the plane all those weeks ago. I can’t say this is my dream to be trapped on an island with a complete stranger, but you’re a good man and I appreciate you not killing me in my sleep.”
“It was the least I could do after you made such a big deal about it,” said Scolnick smiling. “So we’re friends then, huh Mitch?”
“Until the day I die of this dysentery, island brother.”
The two men decided that night to make a final pact to seal their friendship. After a quick brainstorm, they settled on matching tattoos. While Scolnick was hoping for a racecar, Mitch convinced him that a palm tree would be more appropriate. They sharpened rocks and carved the design into each other’s left arm, blood trickling all the while. The bond between the two men had been cemented.
“Now do a racecar on my back,” said Scolnick enthusiastically.
“Whatever you say my friend,” said McCulloch with a smile.
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